Don't know why this thread was resurrected, but here's my angle.
I'm 22. I come from the digital generation--all those ones and zeros shoved down our throats, you'd better believe it!
There's a vast wasteland of people my age slogging through their days with MP3s buzzing through their gangrenous heads, and, whether consciously or not, they're wondering where the music went.
Me personally, I found it eminating from the grooves of the first record I spun on the AR ES-1 that I rescued from a basment only a year and a half ago. It had been pretty badly beaten, but it had a Linn Basik tonearm and working suspension...and so I took it in like an orphaned kitten. I fed it a saucerful of TLC and even gave it a Shure M97x to help lift its spirits (later they'd be lifted further with the appearance of a Clearaudio cart).
Flash forward a year and a half. I now have a Michell Gyrodec gracing my living room--amped by the warm regards of glowing vacuum tubes--and my LP collection--as well as my friends' collections--have swelled undeniably. Our digital collections? Notsomaaaach ;) In fact, in some of my friends living rooms, you'll find a big ol' box with an arm and spinning platter filling space once occupied by a spaghetti mess of cheap zip cords attatching all kinds of beeping, shiny doo-dads and digi-whatsits.
Hey, we may have been branded the digital generation, but we still have ears...and some of us know how to use 'em! Our numbers are small but growing all the time :)
I'm 22. I come from the digital generation--all those ones and zeros shoved down our throats, you'd better believe it!
There's a vast wasteland of people my age slogging through their days with MP3s buzzing through their gangrenous heads, and, whether consciously or not, they're wondering where the music went.
Me personally, I found it eminating from the grooves of the first record I spun on the AR ES-1 that I rescued from a basment only a year and a half ago. It had been pretty badly beaten, but it had a Linn Basik tonearm and working suspension...and so I took it in like an orphaned kitten. I fed it a saucerful of TLC and even gave it a Shure M97x to help lift its spirits (later they'd be lifted further with the appearance of a Clearaudio cart).
Flash forward a year and a half. I now have a Michell Gyrodec gracing my living room--amped by the warm regards of glowing vacuum tubes--and my LP collection--as well as my friends' collections--have swelled undeniably. Our digital collections? Notsomaaaach ;) In fact, in some of my friends living rooms, you'll find a big ol' box with an arm and spinning platter filling space once occupied by a spaghetti mess of cheap zip cords attatching all kinds of beeping, shiny doo-dads and digi-whatsits.
Hey, we may have been branded the digital generation, but we still have ears...and some of us know how to use 'em! Our numbers are small but growing all the time :)